9 May 2007: Answers, Rain, & Kids
Traverse City to Bellaire MI: 11.4 mi in city, 37.5 to Bellaire; rainy morning, partly sunny and 60s on ride
Into every ride, some rain must fall. And if I had to choose one day for it to happen, it would have been today.
The skies opened up while I enjoyed a breakfast of yogurt, oatmeal, and homemade jam on toasted homemade bread. Don and I got wet on our six-mile ride to the bike shop where I got some minor maintenance, but by the time we headed to the school (where Don stayed for my first presentation) it was barely spitting, and when I left school after lunch, the storm had passed.
The kids at Grand Traverse Academy were enthusiastic and receptive. Two great questions came up: "If someone gave you all the money you needed or wanted, would you do this full-time?" & "How much longer will you keep doing this?" (a question I'm certain Sue has thought of asking for years.) After the second presentation, one boy came up to me, looked me up and down, said, "WOW," and walked away to join his class.
The ride: again, hills, but again I ended with the same average speed. (For five days, I've hit 15.0, 15.3, 15.5, 15.3, and 15.3. Talk about consistent. If only I can hit that tomorrow.) I rode several miles on the TART, an exemplary bike trail following the railroad tracks. The trail took me by picturesque Grand Traverse Bay, and later I cycled beside beautiful Torch Lake. (One road had a great Adopt-A-Highway sign: "Bellaire Lions neatify this road".)
In Bellaire, the elementary school's only male teacher hosted me for the night. He took me on a tour of another MI ski mountain, this one a golf resort in warmer seasons. After dinner, we drove around Bellaire Lake, and then came home and conversed about kayaking (something I like more than biking!) and summer camps (Ken worked summers as a bus driver and chef and camps in MI).
At least I now have an explanation for Monday morning. (Don't we all wish we could explain Monday mornings?) When I woke up today, my watch said it was shortly past midnight, 1/1/1985. Obviously, my battery was on its last legs, and in its final act of defiance, moved itself up one hour Monday morning.
Into every ride, some rain must fall. And if I had to choose one day for it to happen, it would have been today.
The skies opened up while I enjoyed a breakfast of yogurt, oatmeal, and homemade jam on toasted homemade bread. Don and I got wet on our six-mile ride to the bike shop where I got some minor maintenance, but by the time we headed to the school (where Don stayed for my first presentation) it was barely spitting, and when I left school after lunch, the storm had passed.
The kids at Grand Traverse Academy were enthusiastic and receptive. Two great questions came up: "If someone gave you all the money you needed or wanted, would you do this full-time?" & "How much longer will you keep doing this?" (a question I'm certain Sue has thought of asking for years.) After the second presentation, one boy came up to me, looked me up and down, said, "WOW," and walked away to join his class.
The ride: again, hills, but again I ended with the same average speed. (For five days, I've hit 15.0, 15.3, 15.5, 15.3, and 15.3. Talk about consistent. If only I can hit that tomorrow.) I rode several miles on the TART, an exemplary bike trail following the railroad tracks. The trail took me by picturesque Grand Traverse Bay, and later I cycled beside beautiful Torch Lake. (One road had a great Adopt-A-Highway sign: "Bellaire Lions neatify this road".)
In Bellaire, the elementary school's only male teacher hosted me for the night. He took me on a tour of another MI ski mountain, this one a golf resort in warmer seasons. After dinner, we drove around Bellaire Lake, and then came home and conversed about kayaking (something I like more than biking!) and summer camps (Ken worked summers as a bus driver and chef and camps in MI).
At least I now have an explanation for Monday morning. (Don't we all wish we could explain Monday mornings?) When I woke up today, my watch said it was shortly past midnight, 1/1/1985. Obviously, my battery was on its last legs, and in its final act of defiance, moved itself up one hour Monday morning.
1 Comments:
Way to go Glen,,,, sounds like your having a great time and,,, keeping in shape for a old man, haha,, i enjoy reading your blogs,,, hugs,,,,Joan
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